Abraham Lincoln said, “If I had eight hours to chop down a tree, I’d spend six sharpening my axe.”
Preparation. I like that, but here’s my question: How could one even get started were it not for coffee?
I swear, sometimes I want to skip the whole brewing thing and go right to chewing on the beans.
I awoke this morning, as Arlo Guthrie once sang, “…hung down, brung down, hung up, and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things!”
Then I had a cup of coffee. Then I had a second cup of coffee. And I thought, “You know, I’m just about ready to dig into work and ge—” Then I had a third cup of coffee.
Aaaaahhhhhhhhh………… Yes, now I’m ready to get down to some serious work. Now I’ve sharpened my axe… err… brain.
Do you have a guilty pleasure that functions also as grease for your mental wheels?